My Poetry

I write poetry on occasion, this happens to be my most-recent.



Apology


Staring out of eyes that do not belong to me,
The words flow effortlessly from a mouth that is not mine,
The words they speak are not mine, they have betrayed me,
As the winds come from the mountains that surround
The mountains that remind me of those days at Coyote…



I once used to be so open and free
Waiting for number 37 to arrive,
Then one day this other came to torment me,
To lock me away where I could barely survive
As the bus doors swung shut with finality.



Your pain I did not recognize,
The eyes I had were shut away in darkness
And your agony,
Your agony though so clear to so many
I could not see as that other ripped you away from me.



As I lay here staring blankly at the ceiling above,
My heart filled with love and longing,
Burdens and regret,
I realize how much time has passed
With so many mistakes that I cannot forget.



I once sat alone with butterflies in the sky
Smelling the acrid scent of cars passing by
And wondered why life gives us such opportunity
Only to let it fly away out of our reach so easily.



The only words left in me,
That for certain are from me,
Always and forever from me,
As I sit here still waiting for that bus to come,
Are “I’m sorry”



I’m so sorry.